Sentences with phrase «sitting on the coffee»

Then there was Home, a cylindrical speaker that can sit on your coffee table and listen to your spoken instructions.

I hear so many stories of amazing conversations that have been initiated simply by a copy of my book sitting on the coffee table.

As we sat together in the dark, Cole's attention turned toward my bagel, sitting on the coffee table in front of me.

Photo albums sat on a coffee table in the center of the room.

I am torn between keeping it sitting on the coffee table to page through it with clean hands and fantasizing, or bringing it into the kitchen and getting it covered with butter and flour.

Or, you know, just use the open bottle that you left sitting on the coffee table all night.

I have an Everyday Blessings book that sits on my coffee table and I want to share the reading for September 1, the day Ellyana was actually born (despite my water breaking August 29th at 1:30 pm):

It's been sitting on my coffee table for a while now, with Adelaide frequently found with her nose in it declaring «aw, cute!».

Brought a ceramic fish from the bathroom that was a couple of shades of pink, it went on the entertainment unit, and then I bought a simple planter in neon pink for one of my plants that sits on the coffee table.

Both weren't necessary in the slightest, but I have eyed them for a while and absolutely love them as they sit on our coffee table!

For those that want to make sure they get all the collectibles within a game, these strategy guides are usually pretty handy and look nice sitting on a coffee table to boot.

while all the «other tablet» owners with huge 9 - 10 ″ screens looked enviously and thought about their tablets sitting on the coffee table at home.

The Galaxy Tab 8.9 has spent plenty of time sitting on my coffee table because I can't bring myself to want to interact with Honeycomb.

Which is why I'm here to chat about the Art of Castlevania, and why it should be sitting on your coffee table.

You can't go far wrong with a bookmark, however, which is why it's currently sitting on my coffee table, ready to be used on whatever book or graphic novel I've been engrossed with.

In fact, one of my great joys about my shiny new console is that I will finally be able to watch Blu - Rays without using a PS3 controller (a controller that, I note, sometimes seems to drain itself if I watch 2 movies in a row, despite the fact that it does nothing but sit on the coffee table during that time).

And Sonic Colors is sitting on my coffee table for reasons that escape me at the moment.

Okay, and maybe I have another little terrarium sitting on the coffee table.

Came across your blog in life: beautiful magazine sitting on the coffee table.

I nestled our mistletoe in underneath my galvanized pedestal and told Kevin that since it's sitting on our coffee table (vs. hanging in a doorway), he has to kiss me whenever we're sitting on the couch together.

My mother in law has a guest book with similar questions that sits on the coffee table in the bay window.

Brought a ceramic fish from the bathroom that was a couple of shades of pink, it went on the entertainment unit, and then I bought a simple planter in neon pink for one of my plants that sits on the coffee table.

In the spring I would put a forsythia branch across it as it sits on my coffee table... and in the summer I'd place my small pot of ivy on it in one corner... Wow, what a versatile, attractive tray to work with.

I hung the basket that was sitting on the coffee table (you can see it in the first picture) on the wall.

Instead, it will sit on my coffee table — that's in my dining room.

Equally as important as the pretty wine glasses, the fresh hydrangea, sleek cheese tray, and fun coasters are the decorative pieces sitting on my coffee table where it is all displayed.

Not exact matches

At the top of the list are the multitude of remote controls the average person has sitting on his or her coffee table.

Or sitting in the window of a coffee shop looking out on the street.

Birthed in 2008 and nurtured on all - access platforms like Twitter, trolls have evolved over time and now sit next to us on airplanes, slurp their coffee too loud at Starbucks, and post unflattering pictures of their co-workers on Instagram.

Try setting up coffee times where the boss sits down with employees on a rotating basis.

When you show up to the office each morning, turn on the lights, grab a cup of coffee, and go sit at your desk, what do you actually do?

Lee has funded male founders (August, Dollar Shave Club, Philz Coffee), as well as women founders (Textio, Brit & Co., Accompany); she has also sat around many tables with her mostly male VC peers as they've discussed where best to steer startups as they've sought follow - on funding.

Lyndon and I sit down in a plain conference room on the second floor near his cubicle, and soon his assistant brings us each a black coffee and a green smoothie concoction he calls «The Lyndon,» which is a blend of kale, celery, and other vegetables.

Ideally I would think it would be really nice for you, me and many of the other commenters of all views could just sit in a coffee shop and casually talk about our ideas on the subject.

When I'm sitting in line at a coffee shop or waiting on the morning train, I can pull out my iPhone and read the Bible for 10 minutes and have a great start to my day!!

The other day I was sitting in a coffee shop and couldn't help overhearing an interesting and intense debate on the other side of the room.

Meeting up for coffee when I'm in town sometimes means sitting with a homeless man on the street for a half hour before making our way to caffeinated beverages.

Witness yesterday morning: tinies were playing legos, Evelynn in the tub, me sitting on the washroom floor, cuppa coffee in hand, and a book.

Their words, carelessly spoken, spent the last 40 days in my home — getting creased and folded, worked over, brushed aside to make room for dinner, stepped on by a toddler, read by my sister, stained with coffee, shoved into a closet when guests arrive, blacked out, thrown away, turned into poems, and folded into sailboats and cranes and pigeons that now sit smiling at me from my office window.

When I sit with the Washington Post and my morning coffee, I have a sense that I'm hovering on a threshold; like many Americans, I remember September 11 and feel as if I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

We sat on the living room floor with the coffee table between us and began the ceremony.

A friendship that has depth, I want someone to sit on my couch, put their feet up and drink coffee like they belong.

And by jurors sitting and smoking and drinking coffee for hours on end while they had rather be about their jobs — and then finding their way through legalisms and technicalities to reasonable doubts and moral certainties.

But I look at the folks who stand in the heat to vote, or sit on the benches at commission meetings scribbling notes, or strategize around seas of coffee at kitchen tables, and I'm humbled.

Yesterday, I opened a kitchen cabinet, and sitting right there on the bottom shelf was the coffee pot, half full of cold coffee.

As I wandered around the room trying to decide whether to sit in a couch (yes, they had couches) or a padded pew, I noticed several pieces of art on the wall, and a coffee bar off in the corner.

Instead of praying to make - believe people, get a good cup of tea or coffee and go on and sit down and collect your damn thoughts.

Would she walk in the door of a coffee shop with an adorable lost expression on her face, or would she happen to sit next to me on the airplane?

Today (or a couple of years ago) the «person of the year» is (was) «you» yourself shown in a trashy make - shift mirror — depending on how long the magazine sat under the sun or under a coffee cup, one could even call it a funhouse mirror.

So these morning hours always feel like my own hours, whether I'm lying in bed, wide awake, watching the trees, or whether I'm sitting at a coffee shop table on a holiday Monday, alone, watching the rain fall and listening to old songs from the 90s.